Song Fuling pounded her waist and said, "This day is a day, but I am tired." ”

The tone, the movements, were like her.

It's a pity that when her grandmother heard this, she rolled her eyes at her.

In Mrs. Ma's eyes, the little granddaughter is the least tired person in the family.

In the Great Lebana, the little granddaughter drew a kind of form, and every morning she took back the previous day's form and handed in a new one.

This stall is left alone.

In the past, the masters in the dim sum room were responsible for supervising the work and controlling the quality.

While Baozhu was busy with his own oven, the chefs in charge drew a checkmark on the form every time they came out of the pot.

For example, Guo Daya made a pot, and the orb was painted.

The little granddaughter calculated how many leba each person made per day according to the checkmark on the form, and wrote the money each person earned that day in the last blank space of the form.

What should I do, if this were to be replaced by these old ladies, it would be a tiring job.

But the little granddaughter is easier to settle accounts than to eat pacmen.

has performed for her live, it is really a glance at the name of the person, a glance at a few checkmarks, and you can immediately tell how much money people have earned.

Never like them, one person carries a lot of pebbles.

How much milk tofu each household makes every day, you need to throw stones into the bag.

Eight old ladies carry a bag of stones every day, carrying a weight forward.

The key little granddaughter is no longer a leba.

After teaching the apprentices, they were ready to starve the master to death, and Da Leba didn't earn any money, saying that it was too hard.

At that time, Mrs. Ma thought to herself: If you don't earn it, you won't earn it.

Master Mao awarded the little granddaughter one hundred taels, and she can give the little granddaughter two hundred taels of milk tofu here, plus the sneaky savings of their grandchildren when they did cake trading, as far as the little granddaughter's value is concerned, what kind of people want to be worthy of it in the future, it is really interesting and rich.

Therefore, here in the oven room, the little granddaughter has been suffering for a few days, and then she doesn't stretch out her hand, only accepts the form, how can she still shout and be tired and panicked?

What about the work in the earth, you say, farming?

Emma, Mrs. Ma scoffed, and she didn't even help Mu Lizi.

San'er teased the fat girl, "You go down to the ground and try it?" ”

The little granddaughter's head shook like a rattle: "No, no, no, it's going to die." "I was slapped by her at that time, and I talked nonsense for a day. Dead, there is no taboo at all.

There is no need to chop wood.

Isn't it that the group of people who go up the mountain to work every day go out before dawn and come back after dark.

When he came back, the ox cart was not empty, and the piles of chopping firewood were high, and he also carried firewood on his body.

I've never used the heavy work that the children at home have done.

Not as big as the fat girl in the village, there are younger brothers and sisters hanging in front of her, and firewood on her back, and when she goes home, she has to wash and cook pigs, drive ducks and feed chickens, and some girls have to go to the earth to carry a bucket of water and a basket of soil to deliver food.

In Mrs. Ma's eyes, these adults are really tired.

Eat so good, in fact, the belly is much stronger than in previous years, there is no shortage of oil and water, this is not to make meat floss borrowed from the pig water and chicken feet and chicken neck or something, stew in the dish, and specify that it is more nutritious than stewed in water. But I saw that they had lost a lot of weight.

Her third son also has a thin chin with a pointed point.

Qingming is busy planting wheat, and Gu Yu is planting fields.

After that valley rain, it represents the weight of life.

There was too much land, more than 300 people were busy together, and there were so many cattle with waterwheels to help, but they were still busy hitting the back of the head.

Compared with these old women, Mrs. Ma feels that she is many times harder than her granddaughter.

The waistband of the trousers is loose, and the waistband rope of the trousers has only been knotted before, and now the rope is tucked into the pants after the knot is finished.

Every day, when I open my eyes, I go to supervise the milk tofu, and supervise the boiling of the basket.

Whether it's Da Lieba or milk tofu, there must be something to pack, sew bags and weave baskets, and the demand is great. And this is considered light work, and it can be done while sitting.

After they were busy, the eight of them weighed the milk and tofu and kept the accounts, which basically passed at noon, so that they could go to the other side of the river in a hurry to grab a mouthful of food, wipe their mouths after eating, and go to the backyard with a hoe.

With so many people eating, the vegetable garden must be large.

The old men of the family all followed up the hill to farm, and the daughters-in-law had to cook, go to the fields to deliver food, clean up the cowsheds, feed the cattle and horses, drop the adobe, and have been saving adobe, digging cellars near their homes, and they can't count on the odd and bits of work.

It can be said that this large garden was all done by eight old women.

From digging the ground to loosen the soil, to digging well water, buckets were carried to the back garden, and after planting the spring vegetables, they were ready to plant beans, eggplants, peppers and other vegetables that like high temperatures in summer.

She was so busy that she couldn't see clearly at night, so that the eight of them could go home together and move to the village to live.

So, what did the little granddaughter do, why did she shout tired when she saw her.

That night, it was not too late, and the eight old ladies had only paid the milk tofu money to more than 100 households in the village, and they were thinking about coming back to serve the garden and then go back to the village to sleep.

From Mi Shou's mouth, Mrs. Ma, who had been chattering all the time, finally knew what her granddaughter was busy with day by day, and why she was yelling so much.

And Mi Shouna's tone, anyone can hear it, my sister is really hard in my brother's heart, and I am very proud of my brother.

Mi Shou told her new acquaintances in the village: "My sister will let us pick a lot of mothers-in-law, and after she picks them, she will spread them to dry in the place where we are studying." ”

"Where do you study?"

"That's not necessarily, where to go, where to hang. My sister said that digging more is not only to eat now, but also to dry and store more. In this way, in winter, you can eat, you can soak in water and drink, and the rhizome of the mother-in-law can go to the fire. ”

Mrs. Ma and Mrs. Wang looked at each other: When did they dry it, why didn't they notice it.

Mi Shou picked up a few wild vegetables and told the little babies: "Just these kinds, my sister will dry them and grind them into powder and keep them." She said that in winter, there are no green vegetables to eat, and this year we should save more so that we can have something to eat. Would your family do this? I'm telling you, the dough can be turned into a colored one. ”

The little babies said that they had never eaten colored dry food.

"Then can your sister give the mushroom girl a bite? When I was young, my sister got the pulp out and taught us to suck and bite, squeak and play.

When the mushroom girl is red, my sister said that she wants to use a string of threads to hang in front of the sunny house in our yard. Will your sister decorate the house with red mushroom lady? ”

A few little babies shook their heads, "We've eaten mushroom girls, what can we do if it's good or not." ”

Mi Shou was not convinced: "Who can't eat, and it didn't delay us to eat." Do you make prickly rose jam? ”

Thorn rose fruit, commonly known as wild rose, blooms small pink flowers all over the mountains.

"What's the head?"

"You don't understand this, my sister took us to pick some prickly roses, she mixed them with sugar, made sauce, and stored them in many jars and put them in the cellar. My sister said that if I save for a while, I can eat rose sugar cakes. In order for me to eat it, the prickly rose fruit was full of thorns, and I pierced my sister many times. Is your sister afraid that she won't do it for you? ”

"I'll tell you, the wild fruits we pick aren't sour people," Mi Shou shook his shoulders as he spoke, and his teeth were sour: "My sister will make canned food for us, it's sweet and sour." ”

"What's a can?"